Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crooked Eye,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Pole,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.